| Young with too much cash, watch how I came up fast
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| They say I’m next to get it
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| They bring your name up last
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| And while I made it splash, rappers came and passed
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| But still I ask myself
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| How long does famous last?
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| I’m addicted to this lifestyle, never going back to no basic shit
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| When we on tour every night’s wild
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| Thinking about the days we weren’t making shit
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| Spending everything just to make it back
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| Saying everything never take it back
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| So if you don’t fuck with me
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| I’m okay with that
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| In a black shirt and some faded jeans
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| Been around the world in these APC’s
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| Working non stop trying to take the keys
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| Off the lot next week spending 80 g’s
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| Intro my floor to your lady’s knees
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| Always on tour cause I’m making cheese
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| Michigan in February is 8 degrees
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| And the fans waiting outside could maybe freeze
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| Yeah, smoking on killa
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| Never going nowhere unless your team is strong
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| Yeah, finally making skrilla
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| Everywhere I go bring my team along
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| Yeah, now I’m almost famous
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| Still right here with the oldest faces
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| Swear I came up from the coldest places
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| Young man gets everything, he goes and chases
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| Aw man
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| I’m trying to marry Kate Upton, blow this money too quickly
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| To them squares who trying to hate: fuck them
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| You can’t catch me I move too swiftly, I’m always going through customs
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| When I leave I’m knowing you miss me
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| We run through bottles like nothin', like I’m tryna drown in this whiskey
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| Indulge in everything we wish
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| We drink it straight with no mixers, got bitch drinks if you squeamish
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| At the after parties, no pictures
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| My bag of trees looks greenish, got a bad bitch to roll swishers
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| This lifestyle’s the sweetest
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| Man I’m shining now just like fixtures
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| Yeah, do it for my city
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| Everywhere I go bro, I rep the Bay
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| Yeah, tell you it’s a pity
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| But hating fucks always got shit to say
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| How long does famous last? |